Phi Sora had a dream.

It was a shitty dream.

The reason was that Seol Jihu appeared in it.

Phi Sora saw herself pointing at a dazedly standing Seol Jihu while yelling that she had no plans of marrying that man and asking how marriage would even be possible.

Ding dong.

Then, Phi Sora woke up at the sound of her doorbell ringing. She furrowed her brows slightly as warm sunlight shone down on her face.

“Euuu….”

Opening her eyes, Phi Sora’s face gradually distorted. She was in a terrible state.

First was the intoxication. Perhaps because she went for six rounds of drinks last night, her brain was still ringing.

And setting the inebriation aside, she was sore all over as if she had been beaten up in the middle of the night. The lower part of her belly was especially painful, as though a hundred needles were poking her.

That said, a firm, warm sensation was supporting her back, giving her an unknown sense of safety….

“?”

Phi Sora’s eyes shot open. Her heart sank. She flopped unwittingly and then hurriedly looked back.

Sure enough, she saw Seol Jihu asleep on her bed. He had his back firmly planted against her own. What was important was that he was naked.

Phi Sora lifted the blankets just to be sure and immediately bit her lower lip. She was naked, just like him. She wasn’t even wearing underwear, exposing her bare body.

After blankly looking down at her body for a while...

‘Ah, fuck…!’

Realizing what had transpired, Phi Sora quickly shut her eyes.

‘Why did I…!’

She suddenly got angry at herself.

“Ah, shit… argh…”

Frowning heavily, Phi Sora constantly sighed and nibbled on her poor lips.

Ding dong.

The bell rang again.

“Grrr… Who is it so early in the...